our winter shadow

A tin of magnetic words sits on top of our fridge, covered in dust. Yesterday, I pulled a handful of words out and selected one at a time, usually randomly, and placed them in whatever order seemed right. When the poem felt done, I stopped. This is what resulted. The meaning is vague, but it resonates with me, somehow. I can see my own power and my mother's power in it, expressed in different ways. Maybe it is about the essence of motherhood? 

1 comment:

  1. Wow. This is phenominally good. I don't know it's precise meaning either, but it makes me think and it sounds spectacular. Thank you.